The night of September 7th was even heavier than usual. At exactly ten o'clock in the evening, I carried a heavy camera bag and walked into the park not far from home, stepping on the cool evening breeze. This is the first time I have witnessed and filmed a lunar eclipse with my own eyes. From the deep night to the faint dawn, this nearly eight hour long wait of light and shadow has become the most memorable night in my memory.
In the three years I've been at home, this morning glow has only appeared twice, and this is the second time
It was another sunny weekend, and I didn't want to waste this opportunity to shoot stars. I came to the big rock of Dianding Mountain again. Although I had been here countless times, I actually wanted to change my seat. However, I haven't found a quieter environment nearby, so I had to come again.
In the past three years, I can't even remember the number of times I came to this seat at Wenying Lake. Every time, I happily left and returned disappointed because I never encountered a beautiful sunset. However, this time, I finally managed to secure it.
Rain finally stopped at the silhouette of the distant mountain. Outside the car window, the gray blue cloud fluff was quietly pushed away by a ray of sky light, like someone pulling open half a brocade in the sky. This is my second encounter with the Water God Hall, a 150 kilometer drive and two and a half hours of anticipation, all hidden in the faint sound of wheels rolling over damp roads.